Gosh it feels strange knocking on the door of ‘number 3’ but that’s what I’ve been doing recently now we’re in the Schoolhouse.
It’s a beautiful place right enough and so peaceful, the lack of TV and 3gB monthly broadband allowance meaning we are in a ‘soap free’ and ‘YouTubeless’ environment. The perfect place to contemplate life, admire the view and tap out loads of drivel on here. Trouble is, we moved in whilst I was working, and much as it’s an inspirational setting, it’s far from ideal on the commuting front Mind you the ‘wee dug’ loves it as she gets a good walk in and out every day with the post lady.
I have tried blogging and have even started a couple of posts but the days are just too long and by the time I’ve got ‘home’ I’m pure whacked. Sunday would have been the right time to catch up but that evening was reserved for a spell at ‘number 3’ with the new neighbours and that turned into a bit of an epic
So where was I ?
Well, that was Monday evening prior to the 15:30 sailing from Raasay with the sun setting somewhere west of Loch Sligachan.
Tuesday was a fine and bonny day with me ‘dog sitting’ or at least taking Molly for a walk at lunchtime. Jessie Nicolson, the regular ‘dog sitter’ being away for a few days.
We went for a wander over the ‘Arduish’, which is the promontory opposite our berth at the Raasay pier.
There’s a good solid and dry path over there with stone steps and some nice stone banking. I guess at one time it would have been a popular place to fish from the rocks, the deep water and strong tide attracting cod and pollock I’m sure.
I’ll try again
Well, that didn’t amount to much did it??
It’s now Thursday night in ‘number 3’ and I’ll try again
Ben Tianavaig from the Arduish as me and the wee dog continued on our lunchtime perambulation.
Looking north towards Oskaig before Molly and I headed for the woods and the old rifle target.
Built during or just before the second world war this old target for the home guard or TA is gradually being swallowed up by nature.
It still bears many .303 craters on its thick steel face, nowadays if you wanted to build something like this the council would make you take it away afterwards, ‘the world has gone mad’. I kid you not, I received planning permission last week for the wind turbines up at the new house but it’s only valid valid for thirty years and conditional on me submitting a ‘decommissioning plan’ as if I’ll be caring when I’m 87
OK, here goes, lower turbine from my wheelchair, phone up scrappie tell him to come and get it then get the grandchildren to cover the base with turf. Why do we put up with this carp?
SATURDAY 27th December
Well, as you’ve probably gathered it’s taken me over a month to do this so far and my camera tells me that the last set of pictures were all taken on the 26th and 27th of November. Probably better if I just post these now then as I’m at work and it may take me a while to sort through the rest. It’s a Saturday, there’s no late sailing tonight so I’ll probably get a chance to do some scribbling later, it’s been a helluva day so far with one aborted attempt to get to work in the Nissan prior to arriving half an hour later in the ‘Old Girl’. Now you’re probably thinking that after all this bad weather I should have taken the Landy anyway but there wasn’t even a frost at Arnish today and no sign of snow until I got to Glam.